Michelle Rose Arrives

by Michelle Rose

 

Dear Girlfriend,

Aloha! Welcome to Kauai. Now that Mistress and I are settled into our new house, I can slow down and write. It has been 2 years, since Kimberly and I took that drive through the desert and stole those wonderful days from my hectic life! We enjoyed the lazy days we spent together, while Mistress advanced my journey into womanhood. Dressing "full time" has opened my awareness to new priorities and intimacy with my wife, has become an essential part of our relationship. It's apparent, that as a man it was difficult to show my love for Kim, but as Michele, my new sexuality removes the barriers to expressing my true feelings. For the first time, I feel there are no walls between my heart and my beloved Mistress. Although I was born on Mars, my gender identification necessitates retirement on Venus.

During our stay in southern California, we did the usual tourist stuff, daydreamed about our future and made love. In the days that followed we decided what we wanted and went home with a plan to make it happen. "There's so much to tell, let me begin".

 

The area was beautiful, rolling hills, golden grass swaying in the breeze and the most magnificent trees. There were horse farms, art studios and vineyards throughout the area. We drove to a lovely bed and breakfast in the rural counties northeast of San Diego. The Inn was a beautiful Victorian Manor, with wrap around porches and beautiful woodwork throughout the building. The staff was so polite and helpful, even though they seemed to disapprove of the

"lady lovers" in their midst. At first, they were uncomfortable around us, especially when Mistress would show her affections, with a kiss or a loving fondle of my tush. After a day or so, their awkwardness passed and the inn found its homey feel. If they only knew, Mistress was accommodating and allowed me privacy when dressing for my "preferred" gender. I did, over hear one of the house keepers refer to me as the, "quite one". Since my feminine voice isn't too feminine, I tried to say little in public, too bad it was noticeable.

After a few days of local sightseeing and shopping, Mistress Kimberly informed me that we would be going into the city, to some appointments after breakfast tomorrow. We arranged for room service to bring breakfast and we would eat as we dressed.

I was up early, and relished my long hot shower. There was little hair re-growth, but I shaved from head to toe and treated myself to a Mandarin Sugar Scrub Exfoliation. The refreshing, orange scent in the oils lingered until it succumbed to my perfume. My skin was so sensitive, alive with pleasure; I could hardly wait for the silky caress of my lingerie. Donning a short robe, I turned my attentions to my hair and make-up. By this time, I was able to blow dry and style my hair fairly well. I love the highlights Miss Li added. She was a good teacher and my makeup skills have developed nicely. I just keep reminding myself not to apply to much and to blend for a subtle and natural application. I begin construction, by tweezing unwanted hair, paying special attention for "man hairs". You know those hairs deep in your nose, or, on your ear lobes. It can really hurt to be a girl!

A light covering of liquid make covers my non-existent beard. Some powder makeup, brushed about will even out my skin tone. Eye liner, mascara and eye shadow transform my eyes to match the femininity of my recently waxed eye brows. The thinned and arched brows I now have are very lady like and really add to the illusion. A little blush defined my checks, while my red lipstick matched my nails.

A collagen product Mistress insisted I use has "puffed" up my lips and I know she gets excited whenever she notices her feminized husband. I'm so glad Kimberly is bi-sexual, I think that's why her dominate needs couple so well with my submissive feminism. Too bad I'm a guy, I think, I would very much enjoy having been born a girl. After some last minute touch up work, I was ready for inspection. But first, a spray of White Linen and I was off to find Kimberly.

I found her reading the morning paper and having a cup of tea. She had me look this way and that way and approved of my work. She liked the look of my make up and reminded me, not to change it unless instructed. I was told to finish dressing, all my cloths and undergarments were on the bed, and have breakfast while she dressed.

Kimberly's style instincts are impeccable and today she has selected a very feminine look. I enjoy being dressed by Mistress, I trust she will not let me out of the closet, unless I am tastefully attired. So many "girls" haven't a clue about dressing a woman's body and dress so ghastly. By consenting to her authority over me, it fulfills my desires to be submissive and actively feminized.

The look of the day was antique Victorian, which revived the timeless beauty of lavish lace, beading and embroidery. My blouse was a black, sheer lace mesh, with embroidered flowers over a beige knit sleeveless shell. The high, lettuce edge trim on the neck was very classy. There were 3 small buttons and loops on the left shoulder. I loved the extra long sleeves which opened into an asymmetrical tulip cuff. The black, crinkled silk georgette skirt was layered with ample ruffles. It has three layers, the inner most skirt was fitted, short and made of beautiful gabardine wool. The two outer skirts were very sheer, crinkled silk. The middle skirt came just below the knee, while the outer skirt went to my ankles. The sheerness of the material allowed my legs to show through, while enjoying the elegant feeling of a long skirt. Mistress wanted me to wear "Granny Boots", but was unable to find a pair in my size. Instead, she insisted on my boots with a 4 ˝ inch heel, black of course. I'm so lucky.

In my new life there are some conditions I must live by. These are dictated by Mistress and are not open for negotiation or compromise. I willingly accept them.

 

One such condition is, I must always wear lingerie. Today, I will be spared the prison of a full corset. I do love to be in a tight and pretty corset, but its fun to wear different things. My outfit calls for a sleek, but very feminine silhouette and that means, boning! Other than a corset, Merry Widows are usually "boned". Mine, was black and inspired by the romance of the Victorian Era, with lots of lace trim and beautiful embroidery. The padded cups will support my breasts and shape the full round breast I adore. Three garters on each leg will keep my stockings high on my thigh and on a personal level, nothing is sexier, than the lacey top of a stocking on my leg. To look womanly a good Gaff is a must, just learn how do wear it and never worry about your manhood. My padded panty will enhance my hips and bottom, filling my skirt. The high waist cincher of the panty flattens my belly even more!

As I dressed, I was thinking of all the changes that have occurred this past week. My life would never be the same. Now that Michelle was out of the closet and in the light of day, I was deeply satisfied. My self imposed repression of her, was the emotional burden I carried with me for years. And, I was becoming neurotic with frightful anxiety attacks. I was so scared of rejection and ridicule, I denied her to myself. Now, that burden has been lifted and I haven't felt this light hearted in years. I dressed across from the mirror and gazed with pleasure at the girl dressing in the reflection. Mistress too, was watching and when I looked up; she was smiling and said, "she was so happy to have Michelle for her wife". She took me in her arms and kissed me, our mouths opened and our tongues intertwined. I felt her hand caress my thigh, my hand untied the sash of her robe and moved to probe her sex. She was dripping. Breaking away, Mistress said "later girl, there's business to attend". With great effort, I finished dressing, smiling the whole time!

The drive to San Diego took less than and hour and we parked in front of a large law firm. Kimberly explained, these were the offices of the attorney who will be representing us, when I sell the corporation. We came to an understanding that, I would be setting the terms of the sale and if knowledgeable and reputable, this attorney may represent our interests in the transaction.

The attorney was a woman and was well know for her skill in business law, Mistress had chosen well. She also, was informed about Michelle and sympathetic to my situation. We worked for about 4 hours and developed a strategy to begin the sale process. As the plan developed, I knew Bill Henderson would be the only person who could take this business in one piece and his abilities, would virtually guarantee continued success. When finished, he would own my 52% of the stock and with his current 12%, he would be well positioned. The employees will be offered a 20% position and representation on the Board. The minority stock holders will be offered a corporate stock buy back at market price. Appraisers, accountants and lawyers by the bus load, will make millions. I arranged for our contract and proposals to be delivered to my office when prepared. The very best part is that, Kimberly and I will quietly fade into the sunset and never worry about money again.

We finished our business at lunch and left for our afternoon appointment. I was directed by Kimberly and drove to an upscale medical office, where Mistress said, "I have an appointment with a plastic surgeon". She told me the doctor specialized in services to the transgender community and explained, as a woman, the doctor took pride in her abilities to help "girls" become passable women.

The receptionist was a very attractive blond in her mid twenties and was very nice. In the privacy of her cubicle, she confirmed our appointment and completed a basic medical information form on her computer. After, she escorted us to a room with a blue screen. I was positioned in front of the screen and a technician took many digital photos, in profile and frontal. When she was finished photographing my face, she requested I undress, to my gaff for photos and body measurements. The technician complemented my lingerie and assured me I would be very happy with the doctor's work. Many pictures and measurements later, I was allowed to dress, as she downloaded the files into my record. When I was dressed, the technician escorted us into a beautiful furnished office. The ambiance clearly reflected the gender of the doctor and I immediately felt comfortable in the feminine surroundings.

We waited only a few minutes when the doctor knocked, then entered her office. She was a beautiful woman, in her mid forties and very graceful. She introduced herself and sat down behind her desk. Mistress introduced us and asked the doctor to explain what they had already discussed. Doctor Witt began, explaining the different surgical procedures she would recommend and the feminizing effect each would have. She started with facial feminization and explained several corrections she could make. My nose would be narrowed and the bump removed. The rhinoplasty will make it more androgynous when dressed as a man, but, clearly a woman's nose when en-fem. Cheek and chin implants will alter the geometry of my face to a more feminine shape. Mandibular contouring will change my jaw line from square and male, to the narrow line of a woman. Additionally, scalp advancement will reduce the distance between my eye brows and hair line. Brow elevation will bring them to a more female position. Bossing of my bony brow will also produce a more feminine look. My Adams apple is very slight and reduction surgery will be minimal. Vocal cord alterations will increase the pitch of my voice, but, speech therapy will not only teach me how to sound like a woman, but will also teach me how to talk like a woman. Dental bonding will proportion my teeth, lip augmentation will give me the fuller lips many women desire. Although her office didn't perform hair removal, she assured me, current techniques would permanently remove all offending body and facial hair.

As the doctor explained each procedure, appropriate changes were made to my digital photograph displayed on a wide screen monitor. I was witnessing myself "morph" into the woman my wife and doctor designed. I got very excited, my heart was pounding. The face on the screen looked familiar, sort of like my sister. But, also remindful of somebody, it may take some time, but it will come to me.

With a few mouse clicks, the good doctor attached a representation of my male body to the pretty face. As the doctor began discussing body modification surgery, Breast augmentation by saline implants, liposuction, body contouring, hip and tushy implants the generic male body became a shapely she-male. I was so excited; I needed to be fucked so badly! Then, she compensated for the effects of the 4-5 years of hormone therapy I would undergo and for the finale, a few more clicks of the mouse (castration, penectomy and vaginoplasty) and the shapely she-male was now, all woman. Wow, where do I sign?

She produced a CD while we discussed a time line and payment for the work, I would be able to boot this up on any computer and replay the complete building of my womanhood. There was also a complete description of the procedures we discussed on the CD. The doctor recommended three or four trips to the operating room, grouping the procedures together for paced and seamless transition. The sexual reassignment surgery, to produce a vagina, would be an additional surgery. Castration could be part of the third or fourth surgery, if I should decide to complete the process. We discussed many aspects of the transition and left her office well informed.

Condition number two. If I chose to undergo any of the procedures, I will be feminized completely, except for removal of my male organs. This is not a consideration and will not be tolerated! Mistress wants to be fucked and for that, I will need my penis and testicles. If I chose to undergo the sexual reassignment surgery, Mistress will need to find another man, to fuck her from time to time. My head was spinning and Mistress drove back to the Inn. She suggested we stop for dinner at an intimate French restaurant and with the help of a bottle of wine, she seduced me. We arrived at the Inn after dark and never turned on the lights. Mistress was in heat and continued my training!

With the assistance of the surrounding natural beauty and time to have long talks, Kimberly and I made the decisions that would shape our new life. As business maters we perused, we would have to introduce Michelle in to our personal life.

The difficult choices concern the surgery, as the changes are difficult and sometimes, impossible to reverse. Once began, I'm committed to the complete package of feminization surgeries, with about 12-15 different procedures and lifelong hormone treatment. Cancer of the testicles is a common complication of feminizing hormones and would probably require castration at some future date. We decided, to schedule the first set of procedures for 6 months from now. This will give us some time to adjust our word to my new situation. I will keep my male organs and become the prettiest she-male I can. Having my sex rearranged to make a vagina has one major drawback, orgasm, may not be achievable after the surgery. To, live as a woman and not have some form of orgasmic climax will be intolerable. I would gladly go all the way if a "magical transformation" would allow vaginal or clitoral orgasms, but for now a sexy, pretty and lesbian she-male sounds like my cup of tea.

We spent 4 days more in heaven and departed for home on a bright and sunny morning. I was not surprised to find out I was going home as Michelle.

 

Over the next two years Mistress continued my education and voyage into womanhood. I worked very hard to become the woman I dreamed of and my male self slowly faded away. I began hormone therapy and a strict diet, within two years; I had lost 30 pounds and developed beautiful womanly curves. I underwent all the procedures Dr. Witt had recommended and slowly my face and body became that of a girl. I never looked back and embraced my womanhood. Mistress did get scared that I would request the gender reassignment of my male genitalia, so, we spent many hours with a psychiatrist exploring our relationship. She agreed with my body modification surgery, but, her conclusion was that I am truly transsexual and would one day be compelled to finish the surgery. Although I frequently fantasize about having a vagina, I will keep my testis and penis, so that I will be the pretty she-male Mistress desires.

Mistress Stephanie and Kimberly continue to pleasure each other, while Miss Li and I have become close friends. We spend a lot of time shopping and visiting all the spas. Miss Li finally convinced Stephanie to permit her to become a complete woman and will have the procedure next month. I hope she will be happy. They continue to be a part of our family.

The business sale went smoothly and everyone involved was happy with the outcome. My figures were low by about 15%, so we came away with some extra cash. With that, we bought 40 acres on the east coast of Kauai and built a beautiful tropical style house, its secluded and has a half mile of beach. One of the guest houses is reserved for Stephanie and Li, who visit frequently. We take long walks on the beach and have romantic dinners on our terrace. Mistress still dresses me every day and I adore being in love with her. Undisturbed by the hassles of our former life, we are enjoying our new life together and hope to spend many happy years together as girlfriends and lovers…….

Bye-Bye, Love, Michelle

P.S. remember I told you how the computer pictures reminded me of someone? well, just watch CNN and look for news woman Frederica Whitfield, we could be sisters.

  

  

  

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